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tratatdragonlord · 1 year
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The Phantom Thieves as their ultimate personas in the style of P5R!
Bonus because I can’t help myself 
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svnnnne · 1 year
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joker love week 2023: myths & fairytales
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crimescrimson · 3 months
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The Birth Of Satanael in Persona 5 Royal (2019)
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starfirexuchiha · 8 months
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I can't wait to buy this Royal Trio DLC and make Makoto Yuki use Loki 🤪
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cyonofgaia · 4 months
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Ironmouse Fan Art Summary (2023-2024)
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Here's all the Ironmouse forms I've done in Inkscape so far. It's a pretty big image, so you might wanna click on it and view original source to view all details in full.
REFERENCE CREDITS:
Ironmouse Season 2 - TheArtGun
Angel Mousey/Satanael - henxtie
Trickster Ironmouse, Yokai Hunter Ironmouse - epebe_
Ironmouse Unleashed - Used screenshots from the lore video as reference, assistance provided by zw21atom
Bubi - Designed based on Twitch screenshots of Bubi's VRChat model which I've took on stream long before I designed him in Inkscape
Thanks for continuing to check out fan art of Ironmouse from my Tumblr. This gremolin has been real fun to draw lately.
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persona-polls · 11 months
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Signature Persona Showdown Other Side Round 1
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nathan-moth · 5 months
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Little thing to fight off the art block, I really liked his expression.
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indragonsaur · 1 year
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Backstory:
Satanael was born as an angel created by Sophia similarly to how she created his brother Yaldabaoth. He acts as the antithesis to Yaldabaoth, being the bringer of chaos and free will rather than order and suppression. While he is considered "fallen", this should not be considered converse to his benevolence. He is a major figure of Gnosticism along with being the patron of the unfortunately demonized Satanism.
In the age of 10 he found himself in the visage of the God Most High, who in His benevolence brought him into Heaven as if he were His own. God was curious about the creation of this entity, as it seemed as though it wasn't made by Him. He introduced Satanael to other angels, including Helel and Satanel who were most interesting in him. Satanael found himself at home in Heaven, where he lived there as one of God's children for millions of years.
After years of hard work he even managed to ascend to the level of a True Archangel, the closest rank of angel to God. He even became one of the leaders of a new group of angels called the Watchers. Unfortunately nothing good lasts forever, this would all come to ahead eventually.
In the Age of 15 he went to the gates of the extermination and encountered Adam, the leader of the exterminators. When he always say insulting to his brother or his mother until he Knocked Adam with a club in the face so hard in front of the exterminators when Azeral didn’t even notice.
in Around 300000 BCE in the age of 39, primates had finally evolved to a higher level of sapience to gain the attention of the gods, these were some of the first humans. God presented this new species to his angelic children, who all gave a variety of opinions, ranging from curiosity, apathy, and even slight distaste. Satanael himself was very interested in these new creatures, however he was afraid that God was only interested in this species for the purposes of worship. Despite this, Satanael never brought it up with Him, as he was too afraid to invoke His wrath.
This doubt remained within Satanael for centuries, that is until Sophia found him once more. Sophia was finally able to tell him of his true purpose in creation, to find someone who refers to himself as the "Most High God" and make sure they stay in line. Due the vague wording, Satanael found his fears validated, and rounded up a hundred angels to fight against his former "father". This, alongside Lucifer's Rally, contributed to the War in Heaven, a cosmic war between hordes of angels and their eternal creator.
In an attempt to confront the LORD himself, Satanael secretly set foot inside of the Empyrean and snuck around the Empyrean Guard. Despite God being omniscient, He chose to keep some secrets from Satanael, which only angered him further. Even before Lucifer ever got to Him, Satanael tried to attack God before being smacked down and banished from Heaven by the Almighty.
After falling from Heaven, Satanael was found by Yaldabaoth who had just lost the trust of his most powerful son. Desperate for allies, Yaldabaoth meddled with the mind of Satanael to make him almost subservient to the Demiurge. He was brought to the False Heaven and told that he was a creation of Yaldabaoth. While it worked for a while, no memories can be hidden forever, especially the memories of a cosmic entity.
All of Satanael's memories eventually flooding came back, he had finally found his true enemy lumbering around as if he was of any importance. Furthermore he figured out that Yaldabaoth was planning to enslave all living beings under his grasp in an attempt to make himself the One True God. Satanael gathered his allies, he recongregated the angels that were originally on his side during the war in heaven, he found his mother, he even apologized to God to get Him on his side. He finally had enough in his army to rebel against his brother.
The army of Satanael and God fought against Yaldabaoth and his archons, and after another cosmic war, thanks to the overwhelming power on their side, they managed to win. Yaldabaoth fled to a secret location and humanity was able to gain true freedom. While Satanael gained an arch-enemy, he also gained a friend; as Sabaoth approached him during the war and managed to bond over their shared love of humanity, and disdain of Yaldabaoth.
In the return of hell he met Naamah (sister of Lilith) and engaged her to marriage and give birth her two children, Belial and Volac.
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The ruler of Wrath, coming for you.
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thehuggamugcafe · 1 year
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Temperature Play -Teaser-
Fandoms: Persona 5; Final Fantasy XIII
Rating: M (just to be safe)
Characters: Satanael, Reader
Relationships: SatanaelxReader
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, L’Cie!Satanael, L’Cie!Reader, Magic Touch, Fingerfucking, a bit of exhibitionism, nightclubs
Summary: Seven days ago, you’re an ordinary woman just going through the motions of life: wake up, shower, eat, go to work, go home, eat, sleep. A mundane lifestyle to be sure, but just once you wished you could have some excitement to spice up your boring life.
They say to be careful what you wish for. It just might come true.
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Out of all the things you could’ve ever imagined happening to you a week ago, being chosen by a Pulse fal’Cie—a being that is more or less a god as the fal’Cie of Cocoon are seen as, just without the mindless worshippers and cult-like behaviour—to bear a l’Cie brand on the inside of your right thigh wasn’t one of them.
Nor could you ever have entertained the idea that you, a simple errand girl for the Sanctum government, would ever find yourself on the lam from the ones you diligently slaved for day in and day out, simply because you decided you wanted to play the hero and go look for a missing girl who had wandered off into a restricted area.
Seven days ago, you might have laughed at the thought of your family and friends shunning you, of acquaintances and complete strangers casting you out and calling for your head on a silver platter.
You might also have found it funny to be in the company of not one, but two Pulse l’Cies, both of whom are on the run from your government.
Former government. You quietly remind yourself, exhaling a shuddering gasp of surprise past your lips as deft, chilly fingers tease the flesh of your inner thighs.
Earlier in the day, you cursed yourself for deciding to wear a skirt due to wanting more ease of movement, but right now it seems to be a double-edged sword: ease of access for the one who’s touching you, for one; beneath the flashing lights and over the loud music, and even louder screams, everyone is too caught up in their business to take notice of your reaction or your travelling companion’s precise strokes that he blesses the crotch of your underwear with, for another.
Satanael’s breath is stifling against the quivering flesh of your neck; you have only a moment to ask yourself if he’s somehow channelling his magic through his breath before his teeth bite your fluttering pulse, gently. You breathe a sharp gasp, unconsciously bucking back into his rotating hips, lashes fluttering while your eyes throw cautious glances around the immediate vicinity.
As you thought, everybody is either too inebriated or too enraptured by another to even flick a glance in your or Satanael’s direction. Too busy to chance a look down and see what the bastard is doing to you in the nightclub.
Too late do you remember where his other hand is, but the gentle pressure on your hip leaves to trail a path up to your chest, brazenly cupping a breast, fingers teasing the bud of a pert nipple that shows through your blouse, the cotton material damp with sweat.
Why did you think that wearing white would be a good idea?
A week ago, you might’ve had a solid laugh over the thought of a man you’ve known for roughly four days would touch you. You would’ve laughed even harder at the thought of you letting him touch you in places no one’s hands but yours have known, much less in a public setting.
You should feel embarrassed. You should be wallowing in shame. You should be feeling no better than a lady working a street corner. But everything you’re feeling is the exact opposite. Your logical side chiding you for letting a born and bred enemy of Cocoon, of you and everyone else who lives here, touch you don’t even register, aren’t allowed to form in your blank mind as you focus only on two things: the proximity of Satanael’s form pressing to yours, and the calculated, knowing touches he’s giving you—has been giving you ever since you agreed to join him on the dance floor.
“I knew you would make for a wonderful dance partner.” A whisper of heat tickles the shell of your ear; teeth that are all too familiar lightly pinch the lobe; the feeling of a wet tongue licks up a stray bead of sweat as you greedily devour every word, each syllable he utters. “Be grateful that we are not alone. I may be a gentleman, but I am quite less so when alone with a woman.”
It doesn’t surprise you. Rather, it shouldn’t surprise you to know that he is far from a novice when it comes to the ins and outs of a woman’s body. From his first interaction with you and from the first time he touched you, Satanael isn’t at all inexperienced when it comes to charming a lady. But even so, you cannot help the prickle of jealousy that makes itself known, a flame of dark envy kindled by you not being his first. You will never be his first with anything when it comes to matters behind closed doors.
“You are quite a sight, darling.” You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t realize the hand fingering you through your panties is growing more insistent. He’s toeing the line, but if your prior moments with him—both alone and with the other Pulse l’Cie—are anything to judge him by, you know that he won’t tug your underwear aside without your permission. “I can feel every time you shudder; I can see the way you tremble when I touch you. Do I mesmerize you so?” Satanael breathes a laugh at the thought, sounding as amused as he does honoured. “A pity I cannot relish the sight with just my eyes. If it was just you and I—”
Your voice is quick to cut across his, betraying a note of panicked anxiety. “But what if somebody sees?” The words spill past your lips before you can stop and think, before you can stop yourself from uttering them. You say that, sure, but you don’t feel as put on the spot as you know you would be in any other situation. Actually, perhaps especially a situation much like the one you’re in right now.
You feel a smile curling against your neck, pressing a slow kiss to the quivering flesh it finds. “Unlikely. Everyone here is too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to us.”
Your teeth fret against the flesh of your bottom lip, the blunt edges digging gently into the plump flesh. You sneak a quick peak around. No matter where you look, all you can see is evidence that Satanael is correct. It’s like a cocktail of depravity, and you and he are in the dead-centre of it. You see couples and strangers alike exchanging sloppy kisses and sucking on their tongues; you see people dancing in ways you think are fit for more private venues; you see men and women sneaking off to dark corners of the nightclub for some privacy.
“However—” You’re unable to stop the hitched breath that leaves you, no more than you can stop yourself from shamelessly moaning in dismay as the fingers that he’s been tormenting you with all this while slow before stilling altogether. You hear him chuckle at the displeased whine that you voice. “I am a gentleman at heart. I won’t do anything to you without your blessing.”
You freeze, all movement halting as you clue in that Satanael has also stopped moving. If anyone does chance a look at you right now, you’re sure you’d both look like anomalies in a sea of moving bodies, standing as still as statues. You should tell him no. You should get out of his embrace. Better yet, you, he, and your other travelling companion should get out of the immediate area, find somewhere safe to hunker down until things have calmed down.
The thought is laughable to you, if honesty still means anything these days; the three of you will be hunted until your dying days if you stay on Cocoon. But even more laughable is that safety isn’t your immediate concern. A more pressing issue to you right now is Satanael rekindling a fire betwixt your thighs, not at all caring for the fact that his ice magic is being channelled through his Pulse l’Cie brand.
“Fuck me with your fingers.”
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dragonsinkwell · 2 years
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How about 15 for any P5 character (including au versions of them!) of your choice? Divulge those secrets~.
Secrets huh? I got a few I could toss out that'd be your sorts of flavors. I know your husbands, after all, and which one to use today.
Dragon!Satanael has a thing for gardening. He keeps it hidden in his territory, tucked away to where it's easiest to reach via flight. There's a couple magical plants there but most of them are simple flowers and some fruit trees.
A fact he'll never admit is he has set three forest fires while sneezing in his dragon form.
For all his intelligence and wisdom, over the years he's lost track of his hoard. While he has a good idea of how much he has, and he most certainly keeps his favorites under a solid lock and key, Satanael doesn't know the exact details of his draconic wealth any more.
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tratatdragonlord · 10 months
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You know how in the third semester Joker essentially gets his friends to reject paradise (the false reality)? Wonder what that reminds me of...
Bonus (someone wants to cuddle too):
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satanael-is-thou · 1 year
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I am Thou, Thou art I
Thou has been born a new
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crimescrimson · 3 months
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Satanael Defeats The God Of Control in Persona 5 Royal (2019)
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samarecharm · 10 days
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I wish the thieves had SOME kind of reaction to the Satanael awakening. Kinda wish we at least had RYUJI react to it….
I think its sooooo compelling to have Ryuji be the only person to witness BOTH awakenings; to see how much Akira and his will has grown since they first met. There was a raw, burning fury in Akiras core that recoiled at the injustice before him, and when given the tools to punish said injustice, eagerly accepted it with a wild, almost manic kind of intensity. I think it would be difficult for the others to truly grasp just how scary that was; that for a short moment, Ryuji couldnt pinpoint the cause of that rage, and the target of it. Akiras mellowed out alot since then, but its always in the back of Ryujis head; theres a side of their leader literally none of the thieves have or will ever see, and he doesnt really know how hes supposed to feel about that.
And now the airs charged in the same way he felt back in Kamoshidas palace; right as Akiras eyes widened at seeing him slammed against the wall. The blazing, untamed ferocity in his eyes from back then is replaced with a cool, calm, steely conviction. He knows his purpose; understands completely what his will screamed at him to understand back when it first started. This is the Akira the team knows, and its definitely the one Ryuji is used to now, but its insane to see the shift; insane to see the kind of power that simmered in Akiras core, literally too big and too overwhelming for past Akira to grapple with and set free.
Satanael comes down, and theres a moment, through all the excited screaming and hollering, where Ryuji can see it look right at him, and Ryuji is taken back to the floor of Kamoshidas Palace; not to the fear he felt when Arsene came forth incinerating everything, but immediately after, when Akira comes to with wide eyes and an outstretched hand- that bizarre feeling of safety, of knowing that this kid would have his back, and that hed never have to worry about where his place would be (its right beside him, obviously.)
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taitavva · 14 days
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black mask & phantom thief
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